Facing the question from Qiong Hua Zhenren, the Taoist did not answer, but the smile on his face turned cold, and he said lightly: "Three years ago, in the secret land of Zhongzhou, the Yaochi Holy Land and the Zhenwu Holy Land simultaneously selected a talent.

You used the Hunyuan Buxiao Dan to help him improve his Dantian qualifications as a bargaining chip to make him finally choose the Yaochi Holy Land...

I want to know, how is that young man doing now?

Why haven't I heard from her in three years?"

Master Qiong Hua raised his eyebrows, and a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

Three years ago, in the secret land of Zhongzhou...

She remembered.

It was the one in a million talented girl with a true fire spirit root.

Originally, Taoist Mengchu of Zhenwu Holy Land also took a fancy to the girl and wanted to accept her as his personal disciple, but she intervened and promised to give her Hunyuan Budan to improve the quality of her Dantian and snatched the girl away.

As for the whereabouts of this person now.

Naturally, there is no trace of it, as it had long been refined into a human pill by Yuyao Zhenren using a secret method.

Since the person in front of me asked this.

The identity is about to be revealed.

"Zhang Mengchu, is that you?"

"Answer the poor question." Taoist Mengchu pressed the hilt of the sword, his hair bun spread out, and his black hair danced behind his head like a mad dragon. The pure yang sword intent that burst out completely blew up his robe.

A cold murderous intent locked onto Master Qiong Hua.

Dazzle again.

Master Qiong Hua realized that he was no longer in the same place.

The sun beside the river is as red as blood, and the land is a wasteland.

The densely packed silver lines on the wasteland reflected the bloody light of the setting sun. A closer look revealed that they were filled with flying swords. At this moment, these flying swords were trembling and making bursts of hissing sounds, like countless flashing fish scales on the blood-red river.

"Poverty has no limits."

Zhang Mengchu stood on the high ground, his voice low and cold:

"Master Qionghua, if you don't tell me the truth today, I will have to let you experience the pain of being pierced by thousands of swords!

I would also like to remind you that once you enter the realm of poverty, don’t even think about getting out!”

"Oh, I won't say anything, even if you cut my soul into pieces!" Master Qionghua held his head high and looked down on Zhang Mengchu.

After all, she is at the eighth level of the Cave Void Realm.

After all, she is one of the top elders of the Yaochi Holy Land. Her status is not as high as that of Jade Yao Zhenren, but Jade Yao Zhenren also has to give her some face.

Besides, without backbone, courage and perseverance, how could one have cultivated to this level?

It's just a threat.

Let Zhang Mengchu give it a try.

She was going to utter a word.

She doesn't deserve to continue living!

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Ten minutes later.

Zhang Mengchu pinched the wailing soul of Master Qionghua to death.

This kind of severe torture is actually not in line with the style of the people in the Zhenwu Holy Land. It is too cruel and evil. Now that the real people of the Holy Land have been killed by the Yaochi Holy Land and the Fenjing Holy Land, he has no more responsibility.

“You’re such a shameless old monk, Jade Yao Zhenren…” Zhang Mengchu was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Master Qionghua is not a tough guy at all.

Under the double torture of death and pain, he still said everything.

Master Yu Yao's plan to burn his karma and seize the immortality, what plans he made over the years to achieve his goal, how many talented disciples he killed... and how he set up a plan to eliminate dissidents, and even backstabbed Zhang Yibai who disagreed with them.

It turns out that the disaster of Zhenwu Holy Land was Yao Chi's plan to burn the Holy Land from beginning to end.

As for the genius from three years ago, he had already been refined into a human elixir, becoming the basis for Jade Yao Zhenren to forge the Five Spirits Absolute Body.

But what does it matter if you know this?

Zhang Mengchu clenched his fists.

Yu Yao and Wang Yan are both Mahayana, and this is just their apparent strength.

Publicizing the truth would only make the reputation of Yaochi Holy Land and Fenjing Holy Land bad. The strength of the monks in the sects below was not enough to fight against the two holy lands.

"If Master Zhang were still here..."

Zhang Mengchu sighed.

He stood still in mid-air, his hair flying in the wind. His dark eyes suddenly lit up, and the light in them became more determined.

"The Yaochi Holy Land is looking for the Xuanshui Spiritual Root."

He muttered to himself.

This was a message he almost ignored.

In these years, Yaochi Holy Land has found four special five-element spiritual roots, all of which have been refined into human pills one after another, but the Xuanshui spiritual root has never been found.

He, Zhang Mengchu, mainly studied Xuanyin sword intent and supplemented it with Chunyang sword intent.

There are three spiritual roots in the body.

They are water spiritual root, gold spiritual root and sword spiritual root respectively.

If the gold spiritual root and the sword spiritual root were removed, and the water spiritual root was then tempered with the Xuanyin sword intent, the water spiritual root would mutate into a Xuanshui spiritual root, with a probability of up to 90%.

The soul itself is not static.

There was a thunder cultivator in Guixu, who originally had a single thunder spiritual root. When he was going through the first tribulation of Mahayana, his thunder spiritual root was tempered by thunder and transformed into the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder spiritual root. He was considered to be the one with the best chance of becoming an immortal in the past thousand years.

After all, if one has the divine thunder spirit root, the resistance to thunder tribulation will be greatly improved.

This Lei Xiu carries the expectations of all the Mahayana monks in the Cangyun Realm.

녦늀 ten years ago.

He overcame the tribulation of ascending to immortality and sent down ninety-nine bloody thunderbolts.

Even if he possessed the divine thunder spirit root, his body and soul would be destroyed.

It was also because they witnessed this catastrophe that many Mahayana monks in the Dongxu realm suffered damage, and their hope of becoming immortals gradually turned into fear. Originally there were only two or three people in Guixu, but now there are nine Mahayana monks.

Once the other two single spiritual roots are removed.

It can be said that half of his talent will be wasted.

Even if his realm was not affected, he would remain here and might never be able to break through to the Mahayana stage. In fact, his life span was almost exhausted.

Now the three spiritual roots coexist in a balanced state. If the water spiritual root is refined into the mysterious water spiritual root and then the sword spiritual root and the gold spiritual root are connected back, the balance will be broken, unless the gold spiritual root and the sword spiritual root are mutated and evolved at the same time.

But that person thought that there was no such opportunity at all.

Now, it's time to make a trade-off.

Zhang Mengchu looked at the clouds rolling and unrolling beside him.

In my mind are all the details of the Zhenwu Holy Land.

From becoming Zhang Yibai's disciple, to growing step by step from a disciple to an independent elder, he can be said to have many students. However, he only now knows that many Zhenwu disciples seemed to have died in accidents, but were actually killed by the Yaochi Fenjing Holy Land.

As a disciple.

Also a Master.

If he doesn't kill his enemies, what difference does it make if he's just a piece of trash?

What kind of Taoism is he practicing?

Zhang Mengchu's eyes became calmer.

Suddenly, a palm slapped towards the 꽭linggai.

There is no need to hesitate.

He is good at hiding his cultivation level, and even Master Qionghua cannot recognize his specific identity face to face. Perhaps no one in the world can do this, and no one has the basic conditions to transform into a mysterious water spirit root.

"A conspirator who puts his body into the game will win half a move!"

Blood flowed from the corners of Zhang Mengchu's mouth, and he pulled out the golden spiritual root and the sword spiritual root with a fierce look on his face. He took a breath, looked at the two tree root-shaped balls of light in his mouth, and his mouth corners slightly raised.

"Master..."

"Disciple Zhang Mengchu will avenge you... and will avenge the Yaochi Holy Land!"

He held his breath and sat cross-legged in meditation.

The Xuanyin sword energy in his body rose up.

He then went on to refine the single water spirit root that was left.

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